Type-Moon, I'm a magician, is that true?

It seems that the dispute between Rider and Saber has been resolved. Such a normal development makes Archer look unhappy.

"Boring! This level of drama is not worthy of being presented before this king. Rider, you are only at this level."

"Oh, oh, I almost forgot. You, Gilgamesh, are the only one who hasn't spoken in this banquet of kings."

The King of Conquerors slapped his forehead and decisively turned the topic to Archer.

"Well, King of Uruk of Mesopotamia, half-human, half-god heroic king, do you have anything to say about your own kingly ways? Ah, yes, Caster, you can't escape either."

C Shan frowned. He had no intention of speaking, but since he considered himself the king, he could not ignore the question.

a flash is even more direct. Compared to his indifference in old age, he is now at the age of the strongest desire. How could he tolerate this almost provocative question?

"You've already seen my glory, yet you still ask such foolish questions. Rider, that's all you can do. But never mind, I'm all ears. Tonight, just assume I'm in a good mood and willing to explain the way of kingship to you bastards."

After saying that, Archer put down his wine glass and opened his heart. The space shook behind his outstretched arms.

The king's treasury was opened, revealing ancient treasures wrapped in divine aura, none of which was below the A-level.

"Look, this is the embodiment of my style. Everything is in my hands. You should know this self-evident truth."

Archer Gilgamesh casually stroked the sword spine of the nameless artifact, and the cold light made everyone want to cry.

"My kingly way needs no words. It is like the sun in the sky, the flood, the spring thunder, and the growing grain. It is a natural truth, forever hanging in the sky for supreme scrutiny."

"There is no room for argument, no need for reflection. All the subjects need do is let their eyes be filled with the king's back. Everything is the king's decision."

"That is why I have collected all inventions, so that they may become the benchmark for humanity, establish absolute laws, and become the transcendent judge of humanity."

Overwhelmingly bold words, no one can explain the word "I am the only one" better than Archer at this moment.

"It's simply..." Saber wanted to grit her teeth and refute, but the exaggerated treasure trove of treasures was far more powerful than empty words.

Beside her, Rider was calm and looked up at the myth exhibition wall with great solemnity.

"This is not the way of men; only gods can do this."

The King of Conquerors lowered his gaze and spoke lightly, to which Archer nodded as a matter of course.

"Mere gods, residents of an old era who were eliminated from the planet, they cannot understand the distant vision of this king."

With a wave of his right hand, the terrifying mysterious manifestation returned to the treasury. Archer sat down proudly, not even considering the other heroes as opponents of the same level.

No, there is an exception.

Gilgamesh covered his forehead and sighed softly, his expression mixed with various emotions, as if he had just watched a shameful video.

"Although this was a period of prosperity that I could be proud of, my mind was still that of a child, full of youthful vigor. My perspective, transcending humanity, was difficult to reconcile with my current state."

"Hey, old man, what's with that attitude?"

Archer looked at his other self unhappily.

He doesn't care about the opinions of other Heroic Spirits, but his own opinion is an exception.

But Caster ignored him.

"Ah, forget about that idiot's boasting. He really added too many useless embellishments."

With his chin in his hand, Caster slowly narrated his own truth in a tone different from Archer's.

"Of course, the core idea remains unchanged. Gilgamesh, born as a king, cannot make mistakes. You bastards will never understand what a king who lived through the era of coexistence between gods and humans saw."

"Humans then were no longer human, but gods would no longer be gods. It was precisely because of this chaotic ambiguity that I established my own path as king: to become the one who leads the future."

"What does this mean, Hero King?"

Perhaps sensing some similarities with herself, Saber took the initiative to ask Caster.

"What this means is that I value the future more than my present happiness. Saber, you understand, what you gain means what you lose. All a king can do is weigh the weight of both sides."

"This... you are right." Saber recalled the decision she made in her life and was unable to refute it.

"I am a leader, the first human king to chart the course for humanity's future. Therefore, I must not simply protect. To help this cradle grow, both guidance and punishment are essential."

"In those days, only I, who was simultaneously among gods and humans, could do this. I loved humans so I stayed away, and I respected gods so I rejected them. No one else could see or be in the same situation as me."

"Therefore, there is no need to talk to my subjects. They only need to observe my actions and follow the path I have laid out."

"..."

"Is this the way of the original king? It's admirable."

Richard the Lionheart sighed and said that Caster's will was so clear and full of absolute self.

"Yes, the Hero King? The word hero is well deserved."

The rider raised his glass and waved it towards the caster.

"But even so, I will not admit defeat. This is no longer your era, and we no longer need a supreme judge. Therefore, I will launch a campaign against you. I want the Holy Grail, so go and get it!"

"Huo, you're so bold to say that."

His eyes moved, interest surged, and Caster smiled sarcastically, but surprisingly there was no disdain in it.

Facing their own desires and constantly challenging the boundaries of their dreams, this is how humans should be in Gilgamesh's eyes. As the first king, this is what he wants to see.

"Very well, the king has granted your permission. Now let me, Gilgamesh, personally savor your desires."

"Wow ha ha ha ha!!"

Laughing rudely, Rider suddenly stood up, took off his heavy red cloak, and summoned a chariot with thunder and lightning under its feet.

Seeing his actions, everyone present knew that the short time was over.

During the Holy Grail War, it was a rare miracle that there was such a banquet where everyone laid down their weapons and got to know each other.

Even if there will be swords and spears in the future, the memory of this night will not fade.

Standing on the Wheel of Divine Might, the big red-haired man looked down at everyone. Beside him, Waver sat cowering in silence.

"Satisfied! This is truly a delight! Our conversation just now was like a reenactment of the debates of ancient Greek sages. Heroes, let this Holy Grail War become the beginning of our dreams!"

"Tonight's banquet is over. I, King of Conquerors Iskandar, look forward to your actions. Farewell."

"shelf!"

After saying this, he pulled the cable, and the chariot drove into the sky along the traces of the atmosphere. All that remained in everyone's ears was the heroic laughter that was gradually fading away.

"Damn it! How dare you ignore my existence, Rider, that bastard."

Archer stood up dissatisfied and collected the food that covered the ground. It was obvious that he was dissatisfied with the Conqueror King for challenging C Flash instead of him.

Before leaving, he looked at Saber and the others.

"Those who claim to be kings, you should first kill each other to please me. If you can put on a wonderful show, I will grant you the honor of a glimpse of the king's treasure."

"Archer, stop talking nonsense."

Pulling out the sword of sworn victory beside her, Artoria pointed the tip of the sword at Archer. Facing this offensive scene, A-Flash sneered and left in a spirit form.

As for Caster, he disappeared without a trace when the banquet ended.

So the port that was bustling just now now only has Saber, Lancer and Berserker left.

Oh, and I also have to watch the assassination from beginning to end.

"King Lionheart, do you have any plans for staying here, or do you intend to participate in this duel tonight?"

Artoria looked at the berserker beside her and held the sword in her hand cautiously.

The only person she had challenged at the banquet was Lancer, and now everyone had returned to the hostile state of the Holy Grail War. She couldn't help but doubt Berserker's intentions.

"No, I simply wish to witness this rare duel. I am also a knight myself, so how could I possibly miss your duel? Don't worry, I swear by the flames of this inferno that I will not interfere."

Shaking his head, the berserker stood up and stepped back, acting like a spectator.

Seeing this, Saber pursed her lips hesitantly, not knowing whether she should trust Berserker's words, but the Lancer opposite her agreed readily.

"King Arthur, don't worry. King Lionheart is a rival recognized by Saladin. I don't think the leader of the Arab world, who is willing to forgive infidels, will sympathize with such a fickle villain."

Just like the last weight was dropped from the scales, Saber reluctantly agreed, recalling the Lionheart's self-reflection at the banquet.

"Since you agree, Lancer, then fine."

"Grateful."

There was a subtle hint of joy in berserker's words. He nodded to the two of them and stood on a container nearby.

Now, there was only a confrontation between swords and guns on the wide dock.

Gripping the hilt of the sword with both hands, Saber relaxed her shoulders, the tip of the sword touched the ground, and she turned sideways to face Lancer.

This is the fastest way to exert force. With just a twist of her waist, the sword in her hand can cut through anything in the blink of an eye.

The lancer opposite took out two guns, one long and one short. He lowered his waist slightly and spread his arms, like a swan about to take off, with the guns in his hands as his wings.

The two of them faced each other silently, their nerves tense. Now even a tiny thing like blinking could trigger an attack.

But at this moment, Lancer seemed to have discovered something and took the initiative to put away his stance.

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"Lancer?" Saber asked doubtfully.

Taking down the gun voluntarily during a confrontation is almost equivalent to failure, and Saber will never let go of this loophole.

So it's a ploy, then? Was his behavior just now a precursor to Lancer's Noble Phantasm being released?

The effects of the Heroic Spirit's Noble Phantasms are varied and even beyond common sense. Therefore, Saber not only did not relax, but instead gripped her sword even tighter.

But what happened next was different from what she had imagined. Lancer's eyes focused on the place where Saber's sword should be, but now there was nothing there.

"..."

His gaze was so obvious that it made Saber frown.

"What's wrong, Lancer? Hiding my weapon is one of the effects of my Noble Phantasm. I don't consider it a mean act. A duel is not training, you understand?"

"No, I'm definitely not such a pedantic person."

Shaking his head, a hint of guilt appeared on Lancer's handsome face.

"But the conditions of this duel are unfair, King Arthur. At the banquet just now, in response to the spirit of our knights, you revealed the true form of your Noble Phantasm. This action negated the advantage of hiding the sword's data."

"When martial arts skills reach their limit, even the slightest advantage can dictate the course of a battle. Preventing your opponent from accurately judging the length of your weapon is undoubtedly a significant advantage, yet you decisively gave it up. Your broad-mindedness astounds me."

There was no exaggeration in Lancer's words.

With his well-trained mind (really), he is confident that he can gradually explore the full picture of the invisible weapon during the battle, but Saber is not a soft persimmon, and he may pay a heavy price in the process.

Lancer's words were sincere and noble, and Saber couldn't help but feel a sense of mutual understanding. She comforted her opponent with great vigor and energy.

"Lancer, this is my voluntary decision, you don't have to worry about it."

But in the face of her tolerance, Lancer firmly refused. He picked up the two guns in his hands again and held them high as if for display.

"If I don't reciprocate this noble devotion, I will never again be able to wield my spear freely. Please forgive my willfulness. At this moment, I will also reveal one of my trump cards to you."

Before Saber could react, the crisp sound of spear tips colliding resounded under the night sky, and the red and yellow spears and pistols were inserted into the solid road in a cross shape.

"—Don't neglect any of my weapons."

Those few words revealed information that was enough to destroy his tactical plan.

Like Saber, Lancer can be said to have lost the initiative that could almost influence the outcome of the battle.

But judging from his cheerful smile, the gun he wielded was probably much lighter than before.

Victory is naturally the mead that warriors dream of, but the knight's will to pursue an equal battle is more valuable to Lancer.

"Lancer, you..."

His words surprised everyone, but also earned respectful looks from Saber and Berserker.

But for someone observing the scene with magic, this was an act of utter folly.

"Lancer——!"

On the side of the empty road, a sharp male voice that did not belong to the Heroic Spirit present suddenly rang out. The sound waves echoed between the containers, repeating his anger over and over again.